Admitting when you’re wrong

Today I received email from a service I use – Expensify. In this message, the CEO of the company acknowledged that the name that they had chosen for one of their services was a bad choice, and they were consequently changing it:

2) “Wingman” renamed to “Copilot”
Remember how we had the genius idea of naming our amazing delegated access feature (where one user can sign in to another’s account to help them out) “Wingman”? As a child of the 80’s I just assumed that name conjured up images of Top Gun fighter jets and double high-fives in everyone. But it turns out that to the children of the 90’s and beyond, it means cruising bars and picking up chicks — who knew? Actually, almost everyone it seems. So, bowing to the wisdom of the crowd, “Wingman” is now the less-offensively named “Copilot”. My bad!

Meanwhile, the President of the United States of America made a typo on Twitter (no big deal, we’ve all done it) and then, rather than just saying “oops”, sent his press secretary out on stage to claim that it was intentional – a coded message, no less.

There’s a video at http://thehill.com/homenews/administration/335809-spicer-offers-cryptic-explanation-for-trump-covfefe-tweet if you missed it, or don’t believe me.

One of the benchmarks of becoming an adult is an ability to admit an error. One of the marks of being a child is that one defends one’s mistakes, even when they are inconsequential, like a typo.